I want to feel that you want it
I want to feel by the morning
I want to feel that you want it
Oh let me feel what you are
Flashes on matches
Splashes of ashes
Embers are rising
Smoke fills the skies and
Wind blows and then crashes
Waves all over the ashes
Hells washed up in violence
Eyes close up to hide it
I want to feel that you want it
I want to feel by the morning
I want to feel that you want it
Oh let me feel what you are
I want to feel that you want it
I want to feel by the morning
I want to feel that you want it
Oh let me feel what you are
Free fall in paris
Sundreams in flashes
Growing and rising
Brain fills the skies and
Sunday morning crashes
Flickering of lashes
Sink in to the mattress
Fall in to the atlas
Flashing on matches
Splashes of ashes
Sink in to the mattress
Tell me that you want it
I want to feel that you want it
I want to feel by the morning
I want to feel that you want it
Oh let me feel what you are
I want to feel that you want it
I want to feel by the morning
I want to feel that you want it
Oh let me feel what you are